My hopes of a dreamless sleep were futile at best. I knew it wasnāt going to happen. But I still wished for it. The world coalesced into the unfamiliar room. The painting of a tree with a stary skin on the wall. It was ever unchanging except except that one picture it always seemed different like it was real.
The single word was loud on the wind. āMonsterā echoed in my head. It echoed in my bones. I could feel it reverberating inside me. The world named me monster and yet the picture called to me – home. But the words monster drew me away to the darkness. Today I didnāt want to play with the block. I wanted to find the darkness, but it wouldnāt come. I wanted the pain. I needed to feel the pain. I hated myself. I hated my mother. I hated my father. Everything hurt.
I fell down and curled into a ball and cried. I was 5 I cried like I was 5. I hated it. My mother had just died. Sheād hated me as sheād done so. Wouldnāt let me say good-bye. Never told her I loved her even though she was a horibble person. Didnāt tell her I forgave her.
I donāt know how long I stayed in that ball crying but long enough the tears had gone dry. I heard footsteps in my dream. I knew it was a dream. I knew ā¦
āThere you are.ā The familiar voice said. But yet Iād never actually heard it. I didnāt uncoil from the ball and I knew the tears started to flow again as he drew near.
He knelt down and asked, āWhatās wrong? Why are you crying?ā
The images of my mother dying, of her throwing me away, of every bad thing that accumulated into this moment rushed forward but I said nothing. āWhy do you always forget you arenāt this little boy anymore?ā
My voice was ragged with crying as I answered. āIām always this little boy.ā
āBut you are 19. I know you are. You canāt be this little anymore. Iāve seen you for too long unless you arenāt a real little boy.ā
āIām real.ā I whined.
āProve it then.ā He challenged.
I grew up. I didnāt become me. I took the guys of some random fillin on a commercial Iād seen with Rider and Laker. Iād thought he was cute.
He smiled. āThatās better.ā He took me by the hand and laid down pulling me against him. āI can do this without feeling like an old lecher.ā He joked.
I couldnāt help but smile. We were not laying on the floor, we were in a bed. A soft encompassing bed. I could probably float away on it if I tried. It smelled of home – but everything with him always smelled like home. But I didnā t know him. He was a dream. A wish.
My wish.
I curled up against him and let go of everything. I wanted to cry but there were no tears left. I wanted to scream by my voice wouldnāt sound. He kissed me softly on the lips then whispered, āYou want to talk about it?ā
I shook my head. And he pulled me closer. āThen Iāll talk. Are you still in Ward?ā
I nodded. My brain couldnāt wrap around the question. I was lost in the pain. Lost in the anger and hatred and yet here he was comforting me like a lover, a friend, family. But he didnāt know me.
āI still to far away. I wonāt make it to you before you are off again.ā
I looked up at him, āAgain?ā
āI came once to see you but you were off to California to fight wildfires with the rangers.ā
āBut you are just a dream?ā I said confused.
āIām not. Iām real. Iām a man just like you.ā
āHowā¦ā I sighed. I didnāt need to think on in it. I didnāt want to think on it.
He pulled me against him and smiled. āIāll prove it to you. Thereās a lodge in the woods.ā He drew a map on the ceiling – it wasnāt so much a map as a real map. He pointed at a place not far from here. āIn room 3C under the bed there is a loose floor board. And a box full of things. Inside youāll find a silver zippo lighter with cowboy boots on it, a watch with a black face and a leather band, and a shard of twisted metal among other things, but those are the three easiest that I can describe. Do you think you can remember that?ā
I shrugged. āI usually only remember the dreams I wake up from.ā
He smiled at me as he sat up. āIām sorry to do this. But I want you to remember. Iām real.ā He shoved me out of bed and yelled, āWake UP!ā
I opened my eyes and I was staring at my own ceiling on the floor of my room in Boulder. Fuck! The dream was fading but I grabbed my pencil and started sketching the details⦠It may have been a dream but it felt so real.
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“Never told her I loved her even though she was a horibble person. Didnāt tell her I forgave her.” Hmm. Should I point out the fact that she gave him a chance to do so before they left for the hunt and he sort of buried that chance in dynamite and set a match to it? Nah. I probably shouldn’t mention that. ;)
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Yeah. The was a chance and time. Hindsight is 50/50. Lost chances. And I’m a teenage boy who has Mommy issues
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Poor Nox. :( Then, I won’t mention it. š¤
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Much appreciated lol
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“He was a dream, a wish. My wish.” Sigh, For some reason I’m stuck on this. I am a romantic after all.
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Not a bad thought to be stuck on. I adore him.
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I’m not sure I would want someone invading my dreams, good intentions or not. At least it was of some comfort when you needed it.
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A very big reason the Venatori hunt dreamwalkers and have nearly eradicated them from the earth… but there will always be dreamwalkers among humans but the worst kind are the vampires because they typically can feed off of the fear they cause in nightmares!
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